This year, like
many others, I feel tempted to skip over Thanksgiving and go right to Advent.
Not Christmas, Advent. The time of waiting for Christmas, when we sing the only
lament most Evangelicals know ("O come, O come Emmanuel, and ransom
captive Israel that mourns in lonely exile here …") and look out
from our troubled world to the hope of something better. (Who? Me? Depressive?)
But that’s why I
need to give thanks. I need to remember that there is good in the world I’m in
right now. My ultimate hope is in the future, but that’s not the only hope. And
God has already given me many tremendous blessings.
This year in
particular, I have much to be grateful for. I was accepted into a PhD program,
so I know what I’ll be doing for the next five years or so. In the words of
Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof, I get to “discuss the ancient books with
the learned men seven hours every day.” It’s a cool job and one that I really
enjoy when I stop to think about it. This also means I get five more years with
the wonderful community I’ve grown so fond of over the last two years. I’m
thankful for my great friends here and the spectacular, generous hospitality I’ve
received from them. I also have a contract on a really cute house 2 miles from
campus. I’m so thankful that things have worked out so well for me.
And then there are
all the universal blessings, things I’ve enjoyed for most of my life. My
incredible family, old friends who I can still stay in touch with through the
marvels of modern technology (even when they’re on the other side of the world),
heat and air conditioning, modern medical care, the beauty of the natural world
and so much more. God has been really good to us.
This year has also
been hard for me in one major way. My beloved grandmother passed away in
February. Now it feels like there is a hole in the world, a place where she
should be but isn’t. I can turn in a moment from smiling at a compliment someone
gave me to feeling deep sorrow when I realize that the compliment was on a
piece of jewelry I inherited from her. And yet, this, too, is something to be
grateful for. I’m grateful that my grandmother was such a sweet, generous
woman. I’m thankful for all the things she taught me, for the good memories I
have and that I was able to spend so many years with her. I’m also thankful
that I was able to see her and say goodbye a month or so before she died. I
miss her, but I’m glad for the time I had with her and that she is now no
longer suffering but rejoicing before the throne of her beloved Savior.
And this leads me
to the last and greatest reason why I give thanks. During my devotions this morning
I read Colossians 3:1-4:
If
then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where
Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are
above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is now
hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life appears, then you also
will appear with him in glory.
I’m thankful that
Christ died for me, that I died with him, and now I, like him, have been raised
up and received new life. None of the troubles of this world can touch me
because the source of my life is beyond this world. I have the hope of sharing
in His glory when He returns.
So now, as I wait
for that time, I will try to give thanks, to rejoice, to enjoy all the good
things God has given me while holding them loosely, knowing that my true
treasure is in Christ.
